Set sometime in between Series 1 and 2.
1.
She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
Yet 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no 'twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning
It had become, in a half-sad way, his home. This small cottage. Single bed. Bookshelf. An old gramophone (to drown out the silence). Papers scattered about the floor like
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